This reign of plasticThat replaced the reign of goldCouldn't have known that youWould feel so undersoldIf love was built on hindsightThen you surely would have seenYou were joining handsWith the Tupperware Queen

Yes you gave a groanWhen I took that throneBut can you choose a QueenWhen you behave like a droneWhere the silverware's not expectedAnd certainly never beenThat's the ideal kingdomOf this Tupperware Queen

I didn't mean to fool youInto feeling KingOf anything but plasticAnd what plastic bringsIf gold is what she hadIt's what I could've beenThe unaffordable dreamOf this Tupperware Queen

Yes you gave a groanWhen I took that throneBut don't expect a gemWhen you're quarrying for stoneWhere the silverware's not expectedAnd certainty never beenThat's the ideal kingdomOf this Tupperware Queen

In future when that moanHas turned to proneAnd the slightest groanFeels so overblownRemember you're a droneAnd the Queen however plasticRuns the honeycombRuns the honeycomb